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Zoe [McCoy] Starwind

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Faithy

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Name: Zoe Starwind
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Physical Description:

Standing at 170cm (5ft 6) and weighing in at 52kgs (114lbs), Zoe was always accused of having an eating disorder. Ignoring the insane desires of her foster mother and father to get beefed up along with doctor’s orders to increase her intake of food, she instead focused on working out to create a lean tanned figure that could be used in self-defense if necessary. Bright reddish-brown eyes could occasionally be spotted through bangs of her red hair while the rest of her locks flow down to the mid of her back. She has a tattoo of a red star with a black outline on the back of her left shoulder.

She wears a tight black sleeveless shirt along with matching black pants. The shirt has red trimming around the neckline as well as the armpit sections. Her footwear consists of a pair of black boots that buckle at the very top, almost like the old school Velcro tennis shoes. She wears a red belt around her waist to hold one of her guns along with a black belt to hold up her pants as well as holding more weapons. She has a long black duster/coat that helps hide her weapons. Also dresses like the picture 'n junk.

Personality Description:

Cool and collect, Zoe always seems to know what to do when faced with an adverse situation. She’s slightly cocky and self-assured, but only when she has experience in what she’s doing. She seems to be able to make friends and enemies without any effort and often times it is her new-found friends that wind up giving her enemies.

Character Equipment:

Gloves: She wears a pair of red and black gloves that have circular discs in the palms. The discs are made of indestructible material and can be used to create a shield around her body or to stop an object coming towards her.

Caster gun: A specially made weapon that fires caster shells. She has every number that has been made, even the three most powerful ones.

7.62-mm Dragunov sniper rifle sniper optical sight PSO-1 with a silencer: The sniper rifle uses rifle cartridges with ordinary, tracer and armour-piercing-incendiary bullets or rifle sniper cartridges. The fire is delivered in single shots. The optical sight permits to conduct night firing at infrared sources and under bad conditions of illumination, when it is difficult to fire at targets with the open sight. When observing the infrared sources, the rays radiated by the source pass through the sight objective and affect the screen, located in the focal plane of the objective lens. In place of acting the infrared rays luminescence appears on the screen. It results in a visible source image in the form of a round greenish spot.

22” folded steal blade sword: The hilt has a crystal where the blade connects. Wrapped around the blade is a design of a dragon

Knife: A simple knife used for a number of tasks that her sword is too large for.

Character History:

Michael and Makela McCoy adopted Zoe when she was three years old from a rundown orphanage that burned down to the ground days later. Even though they loved her like their own, the two knew someday she would realize that their blonde hair and blue eye exterior was far different from her own. So, when she was eight, they sat her down and had the talk about her journey thus far. Even though they did not know who her real parents were, they vowed to give her all the funds necessary to find them, if she wanted to. Naturally, the youth was curious about her origin and set out at the age of eleven to locate them. Using funds from her parents, she scoured the world, trying to find something to go off on. When she turned sixteen she found out that her real parents were dead and that she had an older brother. So, turning her search from locating them to determining his location, Zoe caught ships to other worlds. It was during these trips that Michael and Makela were in a freak accident aboard a cruise and died along with the other 300,000 passengers. Now completely alone, she is desperate to find a familiarity in such a cold world. The more she traveled around, the more trouble she seemed to get herself into. Each time she found herself in trouble, she somehow managed to get out of it, as if Lady Luck herself was on her side. That was of course until she ended up in jail on a ship heading somewhere in the Milky Way.

So begins...

Zoe [McCoy] Starwind's Story

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#, as written by Faithy
Zoe was not having a good day, which seemed to be her mantra as of late. It was tough being all alone out in the middle of the universe, but that wasn’t what bothered her. No, what concerned her the most was the fact that she hadn’t been able to find out any more information concerning her older brother. He was still alive, that much she was sure of, but his location was still non-existent. The eighteen-year-old even went as far as to follow a tip that was completely unlikely to actually lead her to him, but she couldn’t take the chance. What if she didn’t go and he ended up being where the individual said? That was her thought process with the last thirty tips, but she couldn’t ignore it. In her mind, there was too much at risk for her to look the other way. So, that was why she was down on Terra, poking around where she probably wasn’t allowed.

“Well, these computers ought to tell me something, I hope.”

Sitting down in front of one of the advanced looking monitor, Zoe took in a deep breath before clicking away at the keyboard. It took her a bit longer than what she wanted to break into the system, but hopefully she still had plenty of time to find out what she wanted before the National Government found out she was there. Time was slipping away and Zoe whined under her breath, becoming increasingly frustrated as every minute ticked away. It seemed that her brother had been on Terra, but left a few months ago. Slamming her fist down, she inhaled deeply before once again pounding away at the keys. She had to find out where he went…!

Unfortunately, before she managed to actually locate him, an alarm started to blare above her head. Swearing under her breath, Zoe flipped up to her feet and shoved the chair against the desk before surging for the door. Just as she reached the door however, it was kicked open and she quickly found herself under arrest. Nothing she said would help her situation, so the orphan remained quiet even after they transferred her to Prison Transport Ship No. 475. She of course wasn’t planning on remaining on the ship and would continue her search for her brother after she escaped.

The setting changes from Secure Communications Center to The Milky Way

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#, as written by Faithy

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#, as written by Marcus
Space is nothing more than an expansion of the dark world that the light of creation allowed. It was this very same darkness that sat between the stars and planets that held life and death and it was in this that Shabot-Urn thrived for. It was from his throne of shadow and crystal that the galactic being sat on just to then focus his thoughts allowing his minds eye to fall upon all that traveled through his inky domain. It was then that the dark lord found himself looking upon a rather interesting sight as a prison vessel made its way through space with a rather unique set of passengers, the kind that would make history their own if need be, and only a few moments to act before they were gone once again.

'Through me it shall be done!'

Shabot-Urn bellowed as he stood up from his throne and found himself over the ship like an ethereal cloak that lingered near the vessel like a invisible miasma that bode ill will to the living and the damned. It was only then that Shabot-Urn worked his will inside of the ship and appeared before only those who had the skill to see spirits and the like. It was then that the Lord of Shadows moved through the halls of the ship like a wisp just to then stop before a single cell that housed an inmate who was laying down.

'Do you truly have what it takes to be terrible?'

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As the ship continued to plot its course, something else awakened. As the "Lord of Shadows" as he was called made his way through the ship, the shadows began to quiver, but not because he was there. There was something...else in the shadows. There was also Someone else within the the shadows.

<< Storm-Shadow, you realize that if we're caught- >>

"Relax, Paia. With my mastery over the shadow realm, I'm sure we'll be fine."

"You have thought wrong, James." an ominous voice said inside his head. "There are two here with even more power than my form currently possesses. As of now, one is Lord of Shadows, and the other...I don't know."

"Ah, fuck. It's Draco." the super soldier said before listening to what the Dragon of Death had to say. "Oh. Well this just makes it interesting."

"Indeed it does, James. Indeed it does." the Dragon said before vanishing into the realm of shadow.

<< Storm-Shadow, your mental stability and DNA went crazy as if the patch had never been installed into the suit. Is there something wrong? >> the AI asked.

"No, Paia, nothing's wrong." the soldier responded. "Not yet...anyway."

All around the ship, the shadows quivered around as something or someone moved through them. Every now and then a shadow would literally fall off of the wall or ceiling, and land on something or someone in the form of a black goop that resonated with dark energy.

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Captain Nathans slouched laxly in his tall embroidered captain’s chair. A tall glass of pinot noir rested in his right hand, braced by his index and middle fingers. He sipped the drink and cleared his throat. The prison transport and its convoy had made the jump into hyperspace. Stars, asteroids, and all manner of heavenly bodies fell passed the ships as the fabric of space warped around them. Hundreds of prisoners lay snug in their cells. Murderers, rapists, thieves, and all manner of scum were packed into the ship like sardines. But then there was that one prisoner…

Subject 72.

He was a bit of a legend in certain circles. Subject 72 had escaped from a dozen psychiatric hospitals, paranormal research facilities, and maximum security prisons. The alien was wanted for nearly as many different felonies – each warranting the death sentence. Murder, genocide, terrorism, piracy, torture… However, no one has ever been able to hold him in a cell for long. That is, until now.

“That xeno wasn’t so tough…” Nathans grunted. “Don’t know what all the fuss was about. What’s he going to do, jump out into the vacuum of space? Nah… He’s not going anywhere.”

On cue, the entire ship shook as a violent torrent of electrical discharges shot across the hull. Chairs, tables, and other unfastened objects tumbled across the ground. Captain Nathans flew over his armchair – wine glass shattering on the floor – and landed face-first against a console.

“What in blazes was that?!” he screamed over the raving sirens. A dim red light illuminated his shocked and angered face.

“Sir!” replied a technician. “We’ve been knocked out of hyperspace.”

“What?! How?”

“Some sort of energy field… Fried our hyperdrive. We’re sitting ducks in the middle of a nebula!”

The vessel floated adrift the writhing clouds of radiation and space dust. Its flock of security ships tumbled in confusion before reestablishing their formation. Gaseous maelstroms of purple, crimson, azure, and gold raged around the ships like a turbulent sea.

A dark shape emerged from the nebula - cast in the eerie shadows of death and despair. The mysterious ship soared from the clouds beneath the transport, charging full speed towards its belly. Its bow was adorned with a massive horned skull, grinning with malevolence. Blood red sigils were painted across the hull along with a skull and cross-bones.

Boom.

A dozen smaller vessels poured out from the nebula as the transport quaked and flexed from the battering ram. They weaved between the security ships like wasps as they fired a ray of sickly green energy at their hulls. The durasteel plates withered and disintegrated like soggy paper in the wake of the ghastly weapons.

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”Yes…” whispered the sinister Necro Lord. ”It begins... Nightgaunt!”

Yes, my lord?

"You know what to do..."

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Erik looked around as he heard the voice, and raised his left brow, "Huh?" he asked, standing up, and looked around, shaking his head, "Must be my head" he said and then was about to sit down on his bed before he was thrown aside, by the blasts hitting the hull, and he groaned, getting up slowly after hitting a wall of his cell. He looked around, and swore under his breath. "Shit, this can't be good, I got to get out of here before things get worse" he said with a narrow of his eyes, and looked through the slot of his cell, trying to see what was going on, attempting to not fall over when the ship quaked.

"Hey! Someone, what the fuck is going on?!" he yelled loudly, trying to get some of the other prisoner's attention, or the guards, "You can't keep us in the dark about something like this!" he yelled, and then looked around his cell again, trying to find something that he could use in case someone decided to come unlock his door for all the wrong reasons.

He then felt something dripping on him, and looked at his shoulder, and pushed it off, it was some strange goop. He narrowed his eyes even more.

"Something's really not right here........."

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#, as written by Marcus
It was an odd thing to find the dead already in motion as many would not survive the trip to their final destination, many more who did would never be the same again, but it would be stranger still for those who will be denied their journeys to the afterlife. The Lord of Shadows continued to look at the prisoner before him just to smile a bit as he stepped through the door and allowed the shadows in the room to take form of his avatar only to reveal the cosmic light from his eyes that seemed to glow now as his body was somewhat visible through the darkness that stood before Erik Mendez.

'Deep into this darkness you will find yourself constantly peering out through this cell as death slowly approaches from all corners just to strangle you in your final hour. So I ask you again. Do you have what it takes to be terrible?'

The Lord of Shadow spoke in a hollowed voice just to then offer his shadowy hand revealing a rather strange golden ring that glimmered in what light was left in the room before it became as black as his domain and just as cold. The shadowy figure continued to offer the ring to the man and did not budge as the events from outside his cell began to change drastically.

'I offer you salvation in your darkest hour and all I ask in return is your eternal service to me. One must simply take what is offered unless they feel their life has already come to an end.'

Shabot-Urn knew of what the future would hold and to mold one or two mortals for his services would prove to be useful in all aspects as a new era would rise from the ashes of this vessel and with it the embodiment of law and order.

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#, as written by Faithy
Just about to flop down on the thin mattress that barely covered the cement slab, Zoe was sidetracked by little sounds echoing throughout the prisoner section. Sliding up to her feet, she moved over towards the bars in order to listen to whatever it was a bit closer. Unfortunately, whatever was making the noise stopped doing whatever it had been doing previously and she was left with the silence. Frowning, she moved back over towards the bed and sat down with a sigh. Could things get any worse? Immediately after that thought, the entire ship shuddered and she found herself being thrown against the bars. Crying out as she hit the ground, Starwind struggled up to her feet as someone else shouted about not keeping the prisoners in the dark.

“Ughnn… HEY!!! We’re trapped in here, you wankers!”

Grabbing hold of the bars, she shook them in an attempt to wrench them off their hinges. Of course she wasn’t Superman, and the bars didn’t budge at all. Swearing under her breath, she dug through her tiny room and searched for someone to use as leverage. There was nothing and she slammed her body against the bars over and over again. She wasn’t going to die; not like this. Zoe knew that she needed to get free and get to where her clothing was stored along with her weapons. That of course was probably more difficult than she wanted it to be, but she wasn’t a quitter.

‘LET US OUT!!!!!!!!!!”

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As soon as the Prison ship was knocked out of hyperspace, an eerie laugh would echo throughout the halls, rooms, cells, and everything else that had a shadow in it. As soon as the Pirate Spaceship rammed into the belly of the Prison ship, great tendrils made of shadow lurched forward from the goopy shadow masses on the ground, tables, chairs, beds, people, appliances, whatever. If there was a goopy shadow mass, a shadow tendril lurched from it, heading towards the closest life form it could find and coiling around whatever it could grab onto: whether it be an arm, foot, hand, wrist, ankle, waist, neck, head, or anything else on the human or otherwise anatomy.

Any projectiles or physical attacks would either pass through or do nothing to the tendrils as they sought out their prey. One tendril in particular sprouted in Erik's cell, and wrapped around whatever was closest, which happened to be Erik's ankle. The tendril(s), once wrapped around their target, would either pull them into the shadowy goop, pick them up and hold them in the air, or pick them up and swing them around, slamming them into walls and other things as if angered.

All Storm-Shadow did was watch as Draco unleashed the shadowy tendrils upon the unsuspecting passengers of the ship. "Must you really do this, Draco?" the super soldier asked.

The Dragon of Death said nothing, but continued with his small little rampage with the tendrils. Through the shadows, Storm-Shadow would see a small Dragon the size of a large dog walking through the corridors of the Prison Ship. The Dragon was made of pure shadow, and any attempt to hit it would fail as it passed through the body. Lightning coursed throughout the body as if it were blood running through veins.

The Dragon of Death was heading to once place: The cell block where Subject 72 was being held. Now it's true that he could just portal himself into the cell using his Shadow powers, but where would the fun in that be? No. He wanted to scare as many lowlife prisoners as he could. And what better month to do it than October?

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Erik's eyes widened as the figure entered his cell, and he looked at the ring and started laughing. He shook his head slowly, "I appreciate your so called salvation, but I do not have that which could make me truly terrible. I am a man who did a stupid thing, and I will not escape from being some big criminal's bitch, to being some weird being's servant, which in actuality is just being your bitch, so find someone else for that" he said and he looked at the tendril coming out from the mass and his eyes softened. He didn't know how he was going to get out of here now.........

The tendril wrapped around his ankle, and lifted him up, slamming him into the wall. He let out a howl of pain as an audible snap was heard. The tendril continued to swing him around, the snapping was that of his hand slamming into the wall very hard, breaking the wrist, and fingers. His vision getting blurry as the tendril continued to swing him into walls, hitting his head hard.

Now it was just to see how long he would last with the constant bashing against the walls, and other objects. His body was not very strong, but was not weak either.

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“Damage report!” Nathans barked as he climbed back into his char.

“Three fatalities on deck three. Injuries throughout the ship. Hull is still holding, sir.”

“Great…” he grumbled. “and I was having such a good day…”

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.” He called on the intercom. “We are under attack. I repeat. We are under attack. All security personnel report to the armory. We are on red alert. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill!”

“Heller, send out a distress beacon!”

”Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” hissed a sinister voice from the shadows.

Sparks snapped and sputtered from the consoles as the air grew frigid. Smoke poured from between the panels in front of the technician. A sinister growl rumbled through the room. The smoke thickened and engulfed the technician as he clenched his throat protectively. Blood flowed over his fingers as he fell to the ground.

An ear-splitting banshee scream pierced through the air, shattering glass screens and eardrums alike. The fog squirmed with the demonic wail as a writhing mass of dark tendrils, smoke, and shadows shot out like murderous hands. Three officers fell with an explosion of gore and splatter of blood. Entrails and warm blood spewed across the floor as a line of technicians were shredded, flayed, and cleaved like butter against a glowing hot knife.

A man sailed through the air and into a console like a toy tossed by an enraged child. Another was hoisted several feet in the air at an awkward angle. The smoke and smoldering shadows churned and solidified. Long arms and hands with clawed fingers materialized from the mass. A monstrous demonic face formed from the smoke, revealing a sadistic grin filled with several rows of razor sharp teeth that sank deeply into the man’s neck. Glowing crimson eyes glared, unblinking, at the captain. They hungered for spilled blood – for violence, murder, and to rend asunder every living thing in sight.

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”Good…” Gro’chal whispered through the spiritual realm. ”Now to deal with my brothers and sisters in chains.”

The pirate lord’s consciousness spread out through the ship like a thick fog. It embraced and filled every unprotected mind like water to an empty vessel. His presence was that of death, chaos, rage, hatred, sorrow, and suffering. He clenched his hand and every door of every cell began to shake violently. They rattled, quaked, and buckled before being wrenched from their hinges and cast into the darkness. Gro’chal’s powerful mind and will then latched onto theirs like long icy talons.

None can imprison me!

A deathly wail filled every mind. It was the outcry of ten thousand souls writhing in agony – crying out for vengeance. Every nightmare and fear bubbled from within their subconscious, becoming all but reality. Madness churned within them like a violent storm, echoing a single command that filled their entire being.

Kill.

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Shabot-Urn watched as the chosen refused his offer and smiled beneath his helm as a rogue shadow forced its way into the cell just to take hold of the man and cause him a rather painful amount of harm. Slowly the Lord of Shadow turned away from the man and his misery only to shake his head and chuckle slightly.

"This is only a fair punishment for those who defy the will of Shabot-Urn."

It was that said and nothing more that the cosmic being left the cell in the same manner as he came forcing the shadows around him to bend to his will as he stepped free from the isolated chamber and began to look around at the forming chaos that was flowing freely through the ship. If this were his domain none of this nonsense would have been happening and the rogue who was behind it all would have paid dearly with his life.

'Through me the gates shall be open.'


Shabot-Urn would suddenly become ethereal again as he strode down the corridor before him just to watch as murder and violence was being played out before him like hounds on fresh meat. It was pleasing to say the least but filled with unnecessary ends and a waste of time and resources. Every step the being made would suddenly leave dark crystal masses that began to grow and expand cutting off the hall behind him and ruining every chance for those who were still stuck behind certain closed doors for the time being.

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Draco continued to walk through the corridors, but as the chaos began, the pulled what shadows he could to him, and vanished within them. Even Storm-Shadow, who normally knew where the Dragon was, didn't know where he went.

"Paia..." he started. "Remind me again why I'm out here?"

<< It's because you wanted to be out here and you "had nothing better to do today" >> the AI repsonded sarcastically.

The super soldier rolled his eyes and sighed, watching the chaos unfold in the corridors. The shadowy tendrils that had grabbed a hold of people would vanish as well, leaving them to drop to the floor if they hadn't been pulled into the shadow realm to be eaten by shadow demons.

Storm-Shadow stood still in the shadow realm, thinking a bit. He came up with nothing, and turned around, vanishing from the realm and appearing at some other place.

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It didn’t take a genius to realize that things were going poorly, but the eerie echoing laugh didn’t help matters one bit. Zoe stopped moving just in time to be thrown to the ground once again as the entire ship violently shifted. Snarling under her breath, she slid back up to her feet and quickly took note of the way the shadows were moving along the hallways. Quieting herself down, she was extremely pleased when the tendrils moved past her cell. Down the corridor she could hear something or someone being slammed against the walls. Yeah, things definitely weren’t going to end well for anyone aboard the vessel.

“…what in the hell is that…?”

Her voice was no more than a whisper and she couldn’t help but hold her breath and remain perfectly still as something akin to a dragon strode down the corridors like it was meant to be there. Once it passed her cell, she shook her head in disbelief. As if things couldn’t get any worse, a collective scream echoed throughout the ship, causing the flesh upon her bones to goosebump it up like no one’s business. She wasn’t sure exactly what was happening, but had a feeling it had something to do with the cold dark shadows wandering around the prison transport. Something smashed against the mental barriers she had erected within her mind long ago, and she couldn’t help cringe. It seemed weird to create the mental wall, but her teacher assured her it would come in handy eventually. How right he was, but never in a million years did she ever thing this type of situation would occur. When the door to her cell was violently ripped off its hinges, she knew that things were about to get a hundred times worse. When the screams echoed again, Starwind knew without a doubt that she needed to get to her weaponry. Bolting out of her cell and down the corridor away from the chaos, or at least she hoped, Zoe followed the map that had been given to her by one of the guards a while ago.

“Alright… almost there… the chaos is still happening in the cells, so that’s good…”

Skidding to a stop in front of the room that housed everyone’s items, she punched in the code that was also given and slid inside. Once the door behind her closed, she dropped down to the ground, trying to keep from crying. Why did this have to happen to her? Why couldn’t she just find her big brother and get on with her life? There were far too many whys for her liking and Zoe knew without a doubt that she wasn’t going to make it out alive. Life sucked so much.

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"Nothing in this room is going to help you. Not against what is on this ship. An eerie voice echoed throughout the room that Zoe Starwind was in. "In fact. I'm quite surprised that you managed to evade all the chaos, and not be affected by whatever is causing the chaos." the voice said.

Out of a dark corner materialized two dark red orbs the size of eyeballs. The orbs glowed with what seemed like 3.5 million years of wisdom, anger, hate, pity, and evil. Around the orbs formed a head, and from that a body with four legs, a tail, and two wings. All of them made from a pure shadow mist. Lightning coursed through the shadowy body like blood through veins.

"Take me, for example. I am currently made of pure shadow. So your weapons and most magic in this galaxy are useless against me because you cannot hit what you cannot touch." the Dragon said. There are a few other things on this ship... Such as the thing that just set you free from your cell. I'm not sure that even I would pose a threat to him." The Dragon said, probably lying; however if he was lying, he was a damn good one.

The Dragon moved from his shadowy corner and very slowly approached Zoe. "By the way..." The Dragon began, now circling the female human who name was Zoe slowly. You may want to find your way to an escape pod before it's too late. I don't think this ship is going to be...intact much longer." he finished. He then just sat in front of the door, blocking Zoe's path out as if he didn't care that he was doing so.

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Two pirate ships lumbered across the broadsides of the transport while the frenzied prisoners rioted. Massive drill-tipped harpoons launched from the ships and bit deeply into the durasteel hull. The transport groaned to a halt, anchored by the tension of the expanding cords. They inflated to the diameter of half a man, giving passage to the beings that crawled within.

The harpoons punched through the hull, raining sparks and shrapnel into the raving mobs. Their tips were mounted with large drill bits that snapped open like the jaws of soulless skulls. Blood-curdling screams of war rumbled from the maws like the galloping charge of a hundred demons. A flood of dark shapes poured from the drills. They were like skittering spiders clinging to the walls and ceiling with bony hands. Empty eyes on skinless faces glared at the prisoners with murderous calculating rage. Tongues of eerie blue flames burned in their pitted sockets. Black blast armor clung to skeletal figures as they dropped into the mobs by the dozens. Razor sharp vibroblades flashed in clattering hands. Hot blood misted the air, soaked jumpsuits, and slicked the floor.

Screams of horror and carnage echoed through the ship.

“Yes!” thundered a voice into every mind. “Cleave their flesh! Strip them of their corrupting life-blood! Send them into the Abyss! Let none escape your fury!”

Boom.

A distant crash resonated through the cell blocks. The hair-raising crunch of metal being ripped apart like tissue paper ran up every spine.

Boom.

The sound grew stronger, fiercer, and more urgent. It was like a ravenous lion shattering its chains. A new wave of vigor washed through the swarm of undead as they carved their way towards Solitary Confinement with blade and blaster.

Crash!

Three titanic durasteel hatches soared through the hallway of Solitary Confinement. They were riddled with dents and ripped apart at the hinges. A dark corridor lay beyond where the doors once stood. Icy mist flowed across the ground like a phantom.

Two hypnotic ghostly blue eyes illuminated the darkness with sinister malice.

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#, as written by Marcus
The shadowy lord had many things in mind as he continued to stroll through the halls of the ship leaving a trail of ever growing crystals in his wake that seemed to push and fight their way through sections of the ship until suddenly Shabot-Urn looked up at the ceiling above him just to sink through the section of the ship he was on allowing the shadows to move him about unhindered. The cosmic being had been wrong to assume that such a weak piece of flesh could be so terrible when another was so easily molded just a few rooms away.

The Dragon moved from his shadowy corner and very slowly approached Zoe. "By the way..." The Dragon began, now circling the female human who name was Zoe slowly. You may want to find your way to an escape pod before it's too late. I don't think this ship is going to be...intact much longer." he finished. He then just sat in front of the door, blocking Zoe's path out as if he didn't care that he was doing so.

"I think it is you who should not linger for much longer." Shabot-Urn spoke as his form ascended between the shadow dragon and Zoe just to turn his attention to the girl and began to study her like a slab of meat. The Shadow Lord began to size the young girl up only to chuckle darkly and then turn his attention to the dragon that was in the room. A question was needed to be asked before he could leave the ship but would he need to deal with this other being from the shadow realm? Instead Shabot-Urn turned his attention back to Zoe and offered out to her a rather peculiar ring that gleamed when the light hit it.

'Do you have what it takes to truly be terrible?'

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#, as written by Faithy
Naturally she wasn’t in the clear, because if that were the case, her life wouldn’t suck. But alas, the voice echoing inside the very room she was sitting inside indicated that life was still crapping on her. Glancing around the fairly dark room Zoe took note of what was making its presence known. Of, of course it was the dragon from the corridor. The thing she had thought hadn’t noticed her. Why was this happening to her? Her normal cocky and self-assured attitude seemed to be vacant, leaving behind an unsure and quite frightened eighteen-year-old. For the first time, she had no idea what to do in this situation. Staring silently at the dragon, she remained against the door, her back pressed firmly against the surface as it not only let her know that nothing could stop or hurt it, but that there were other murderous things walking around the ship as well.

Perfect.

What was the point in even trying to getting off the ship? It was clear that there was no way to battle these things, so why bother? Maybe she should just let this thing kill her and be one with her parents. Would that disappoint them? Or her brother? Probably, but what could she possibly do to keep from being mercilessly slaughtered? Trying to think of a way to get out of this terrible situation, Zoe wondered how the beast was managing to circle her since she was still against the door, but she supposed shadows could do anything, right? When it sat in front of the door, right beside her, incidentally, she thought about moving, but wasn’t about to give it that power. Musing a moment on the escape pod, she mentally slapped herself. Of course! Why didn’t she go to the escape pod instead of trying to get to her weapons and junk?

STUPID! WAY TO NOT USE YOUR DAMN BRAIN!

Not bothering to waste any more time, she slid up to her feet and ransacked the area, looking for her items. She knew it wouldn’t affect the shadows, but that wasn’t the point. They meant a lot to her, and that was why she was searching for them. Finally spotting her items, she broke into the locker they were stowed in and quickly slipped out of the prison garbs and into her personal clothing. She didn’t give a crap if the shadows were watching her. She wanted to be comfortable and feel at home, which she always did in her clothing. After fully dressing herself into her tight black sleeveless shirt along with matching black pants, she was glad that the red trimming around the neckline as well as the armpit sections hadn’t faded at all. Her footwear ended up consisting of a pair of black boots that she expertly buckled at the very top. Her red belt around her waist was not fashion, but was there to hold one of her guns. Now, the black belt’s purpose was to hold up her pants as well as holding more weapons. She slipped on her long black duster before pulling on the pair of specially made gloves. Her outfit complete, she grabbed out her weapons, placing them in their proper places. All the while she was suiting it up, something terrible was happening to the ship. It was clear she didn’t have a lot of time let and didn’t plan on spending it with the dragon-shadow-thing. Unfortunately, life wasn’t finished spitting on her, and before she could do anything, another shadowy-being appeared in the room.

Fantastic… what else --- no, don’t even think that, Zoe.

Ignoring the fact that she was being examined like a piece of meat, Zoe wondered why she wasn’t moving for the door. Screw the both of them, she could just walk through them, right? Wasn’t that what people did when they walked through shadows outside? She was pretty sure that was the case, but wasn’t exactly sure if she would be harmed while attempting to leave the room. Could they hurt her if she couldn’t hurt them? Yes… of course they could. She remembered the sounds coming from one of the other cells as well as the way the prisoners were acting and deduced that leaving wasn’t going to be easy at all. Sighing, Starwind didn’t even bother glancing towards the door, but instead kept her attention on both beings, her expression remaining stoic as the newer one asked a rather bizarre question. Time to let her personality really shine, right? Right.

“I think everyone has what it takes to be terrible, but I, personally, most definitely have what it takes to be truly and positively terrible.”

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Draco where he was and watched as the female tore through the lockers. "Somebody's a messy one." he chuckled. But that chuckle soon turned into a very dark and menacing growl as Shabot-Urn descended from the shadows of the ceiling.

"What are you doing here, Shabot-Urn?" the relatively small dragon asked in a voice that was much too big for him. "Do you think you'll be able to keep your title as ruler of shadows while I'm running around? I think not!" he snarled. Of course, he probably didn't have the power to overthrow Shabot-Urn, which is why he didn't attack. Yet.

Draco seemed to be waiting for something. What it was he would not let anyone know, no matter how deep into his mind they pried. All this Dragon of both Storm and Shadow did was wait.

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#, as written by Marcus
The girls answer was what he was searching for, it was pleasing, and with that all Shabot-Urn did was continue to hold out the strange ring to the girl. The shadow lord kept his gaze on the girl before him just to chuckle darkly as things seemed to play out well. If one could not be persuaded then another might and sense the two opportunities were so close to one another there was no reason to pass up this chance.

"Then take this gift and know that with it you are bound to me. I offer you the chance to escape this Hell and alter your course as to deny the Fates their vision of what is to come." Shabot-Urn did not remove his gaze from the girl to look at the shadow dragon as the threat the creature made was of no consequence and should Draco try to act there would be some very dire consequences in store for the overly presumptuous lizard.

"Draco do not fear me. I simply seek to make this girl my 'champion' of sorts. You of all things should know that the ring I give will imbue her with the means of entering my domain and calling upon my powers however minor they might be for her." The Shadow Lord continued to chuckle as he held the ring out to the girl. "Child know this. My ring will allow you to change what is around you in order to save you. Keep my ring and swear an oath to me so that you may be bound to me and protected from this chaotic mess that has spilled out over this ship. Otherwise you will die like so many others on this vessel."

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